Doreen didn't know how long she had been washing. After she recovered all her strength, she stood in front of the mirror and wiped off the mist on the glass. Her skin was white, and the red marks left on it were clearly dazzling.
She was wearing Elton's shirt, and her loin was unclothed.
There was no one in the living room. She saw Elton in the study.
It was the dead of night.
The moon was hidden behind the curtain of dim stars, and the hot air bore the grating sounds of cicadas' legs.
The bedroom was also very dark. Elton was sitting in front of the desk with a cigarette in his mouth, looking for a lighter.
Finding the lighter by the bed, she took it and walked to Elton.
"Crack." A bluish flame burst out from the lighter. Elton pushed the end of the cigarette closer and saw it over
